Some thing. That I have.
I Love It!
Published on February 23, 2008 By Cedarbird In Writing

Saturday.  The day we get ready for Sunday.  We wash our clothes. I love washing clothes.  Going to the overly warm basement, filling a washer with the clothes I wore this week; bliss.  I listen to the quarters drop with bell-like clinks in the slots, and I crush my detergent tablets into the little basin.  I press the "bright colors" button, and the machine starts its hum to life.  A little click, snap, pop, as the machines that are older than me begin to roar. I go upstairs to wait.

I sit in my room, watching Planet of the Apes (with Chucky-Boy Heston) on AMC for the next hour, waiting patiently for my clothes to clean.  I am grateful I live in this day and age.

Classic movie.  Wait, time is up.  I make the long walk down three flights of stairs, entering the steamy laundry room.  The timers say zero.  To save money, I decide to put all of my clothes in one dryer.  Last week, I washed them in the same machine, they came out of the dryers still soaked.  Two loads in the dryer for one in the washer.  A dollar in each dryer; for 25 cents you get 12 minutes.  I hung the clothes all over my room.  They took hours to dry.

I put 6 quarters in the dryer, 72 minutes. Back upstairs, to continue my movie.  Bare Chuck-Butt is traumatizing. Naturally, it's not Planet of the Apes without a scantily clad beautiful woman. Ugh.  No wonder eating disorders are so popular these days, if beauty is that girl.

Ah, time is up again. I make that walk again, looks like I got my daily exercise...downstairs, I hope my clothes are actually dry, I only have so many quarters until Spring Break, three weeks away.  Oh good, dry, warm, smelling so wonderful.

I love the smell of clean laundry.  It makes me feel orderly, nice, hygienic.  Did I spell that wrong?  I think so.  Ah, I cuddle my warm towel to my face, breathing in the smell of my dryer sheets.  A thing a beauty.

Bliss.  Clean. Check off my to-do list.

 

My descriptions aren't as detailed as San Chonino's.  Wish I could write like him. 

 

I love clean laundry.  Heaven.  Yay.


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on Feb 23, 2008

My first attempt at writing for writing's sake.  I'll...get better.  I hope.

on Feb 23, 2008
I like doing laundry, too. I love the smell of the detergents and softeners. Hell, I even like the smell of bleach.   

My descriptions aren't as detailed as San Chonino's. Wish I could write like him.
I agree your brother is quite the writer, but you still want to write like you. I like what you wrote. Develop your own style. Now saying all that I wish I knew as many words as your brother.   

on Feb 23, 2008
I like the smell of laundry, but I hate the whole process of doing it. Especially when you have to pay AND do it. Blech...where's a Mexican maid when you need her?   

~Zoo
on Feb 23, 2008

where's a Mexican maid when you need her?

 

Hey, now, I'm Latina.  So I guess I'm my own Mexican maid.

I like what you wrote. Develop your own style. Now saying all that I wish I knew as many words as your brother

Thanks.  I do have my own style, I just wish I could express myself in a more complete way, is all.    

 

on Feb 23, 2008
Hey, now, I'm Latina. So I guess I'm my own Mexican maid.


Nice.



The way to develop your writing style is to keep writing and then it starts to flow naturally. I go back and look at some of my older stuff and see exactly how much I've grown. I have become sharper and more refined, and you will to. You're doing a pretty good job as it is.

~Zoo
on Feb 23, 2008
The way to develop your writing style is to keep writing and then it starts to flow naturally. I go back and look at some of my older stuff and see exactly how much I've grown. I have become sharper and more refined, and you will to. You're doing a pretty good job as it is.


Thanks. I mean, I can write essays with good voice and personality, but writing like this is much harder, I've discovered. It was an interesting venture, that I probably won't try anytime soon.
on Feb 23, 2008

Thanks. I mean, I can write essays with good voice and personality, but writing like this is much harder, I've discovered. It was an interesting venture, that I probably won't try anytime soon.

Heh, writing on your own is indeed harder.  Why?  Because there are no rules...it's a wide open road and you can do whatever you want.  Essays, reports, and all that stuff have a prompt, specific style, a basic framework to unleash yourself upon.  Writing about stuff because you want to...well, it can get tricky.

I encourage everyone to give it a shot...as long as they can spell and aren't batshit insane.  I've seen some "pieces" that should have never been exposed to the light of day.

~Zoo

on Feb 23, 2008

as long as they can spell and aren't batshit insane

 

Spell, yes.  Insanity...we'll see.  

on Feb 23, 2008
Spell, yes. Insanity...we'll see.


Haha! There's "good insane" and "bad insane". The former is interesting, however the latter makes you go WTF? and not in a funny way.

~Zoo
on Feb 23, 2008

Any of you who enjoy doing laundry are welcome to come over to my house any time!  I have a constant supply of dirty laundry.  Yes, I like clean laundry, I just don't like gathering it, lugging it to the laundry room, sorting it, waiting for it to wash then dry, folding and hanging it, and then, eventually putting it away.  But I sure like it once it's done!

With two young boys, a baby girl and a husband who like to use two towels when he showers and sometime 3 when he bathes, I hate laundry!  It is an undending process.

on Feb 23, 2008

Anyone who enjoys dusting, doing dishes, changing diapers or running the vac can come on over too.  I have an unending supply of fun for you too!

on Feb 23, 2008
Anyone who enjoys dusting, doing dishes, changing diapers or running the vac can come on over too.


Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I actually enjoy doing dishes, too. There's something therapeutic about cleaning...I don't know why.
on Feb 23, 2008
Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I actually enjoy doing dishes, too. There's something therapeutic about cleaning...I don't know why.


Maybe you're a stone's throw away from being an obsessive compulsive germaphobe?

~Zoo
on Feb 24, 2008
Maybe you're a stone's throw away from being an obsessive compulsive germaphobe?


I might be exactly that. You haven't seen my dorm room...I get made fun of for its cleanliness.
on Feb 24, 2008
Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I actually enjoy doing dishes, too.


Come on over! I have a sink full right now, a full dishwasher and in about an hour we'll have dinner dishes too.

Actually, I used to enjoy cleaning before it became my job taking care of my family of 5. I had a very clean dorm room, by bedroom at home was always clean and my sister used to pay me to clean her room too. I was usually the one dusting and running the vac when I lived with my folks. I hate that stuff now!
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